The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1887-10-06
Random Thoughts.
j. H. NJ.

There never was more lovely day
than last Sunday, and on that day, in
company with the lady whose orders I
generally deem it best to obey, l
struck out for Oak Hill. The roads
are in good condition, and the horses
trotted along through the pleasant In
dian Summer breeze as though they
enjoyed it. The roadway was lined
with the most beautiful flowers, and
autumn-tinted leaves, and there was a
continuous panorama Of beauty along
the way.
But how strangely ordered are hu-
man affairs. As we sped along
through this pleasant air, and these
beautiful surroundings, We were on
the way to pay the last, sad earthly
tribute to dear friend at Oak Hill.
The beauty of the foliage was suggest
i've. Now occur the prettiest tints;
in few weeks all will have been
strewn upon the earth. So it Is, fire.
quently, with the lives Of mortals So
it was with the life Of him who was
to be placed in the tomb on this lov,ly
day. Joseph Warren was cut off in
the midst of his usefulness. He was
perhaps thirty-eight years of age.
He had been a vi gorous and tireless
| Church and Sabbath school worker for
years, and had. done more perhaps than
any other man to build up the U. B.
Church at Oak Hill. That good old
man Rev. D. M Evans, pronounced
the deceased 'the best man in this
community" / had known Joseph
Warren for many years-in fact nearly
all his life. He was raised a hard
working country boy, always of ii
good disposition, and his was life to
endear itself to those who came in
contact with it. | had known him
for years as the upright and prosper
Gus merchant, building a character
that won the esteem of great COM
munity. and brought hundreds of
friends, weeping, to the grave in which
was deposited all that remained on
earth to remind them of the dear one
who was gone 1t was a life we'll
rounded, excellent, complete; life
that reflected the light of Divine Love
upon the affairs Of men, and diffused
Divine glory in the earth; simple,
unassuming, thorough Christian life.
What more could he have been? The
greatest monument that could be
erected to the memory of Joseph War
ren was the vast crowd of mourning
friends that followed his remains to
the grave. l have seen many funerals
in Jackson County, but never do | re-
member to have seen one that had a
more general attendance, or greater
EVIDENCE Of sympathy and sorrow,
than this one at Oak Hill. The peo-
talked of the worth of the deceased;
the Ministers brought into use the
most powerful expressions at their
command, to tell the story of his ex-
cellence. His life was the theme for
the day, in public and private. To
have lived such life, to have died
such death, were worth making any
sacrifice for.
I met many old-time friends in Oak
Hill. The Shumates, the Morgans,
Capt. Evans, the Faulkners, the Phil
lipses, Robert Reeves, Tailor. Evans,
and a hundred other acquaintances
were there. In no place in this or
any other State can a better set of
people be found.
Aunt Becky Faulkner, the landlady
of the Faulkner House was not we'll,
and | did not get to see her, but | had
the pleasure Of taking dinner in the
old house where, forty years ago, be-
gan the earthly pilgrimage.
There have not been great changes
in old Oak Hill. The same old homes
are standing now that we used to
know so we'll when little child. The
same old homes are standing now that
we knew so we'll when little child.
The old Lewis spring, though, is
changed, though, the old vein having
been shut up by an ore-digglng, and a
new vein having broken out further
down the hill. The old house in
which I spent my early boyhood still
stands, but little changed, and some
of the same old apple-trees used to
climb are still standing. Old Oak Hill
is story of the past, standing out
boldly in the present, solemn remi-
niscence in lines unmistakeable and
ineffaceable. | shall never cease to
love the lonely old place, and the good
people | knew there. For a good,
honest, upright, intelligent people
right religiously and politically, give
me the people of the Oak Hill country.
We must apologize to our readers
for our hurry this week, being COM
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